And why is it in its wisdom to save When it ridicules Play out a pointless scheme And from that imprison in eternity Grand puppeteer Holy mascot whose abode is nailed to hold By litanies Evoking omnipotent laughter And from this laughter a glyph is made And empowered Set to strike at the gates of eden Ignited with the baptism of hell Infesting its meadow of ridiculous propositions And poisoning its will to exist Raping its seeds of procreation Evil is the absence of god's presence in man There is great fear That he himself is "god" Hence where would "god" be If man himself was it Murder your own soul And retrieve the lost grand initiation through a baptism Cleansing in the name of worthlessness Murder your own to revive the darkness What once was molested by the grace and goodwill Of ytinaitsirhc Mankind inhales the gift of life Infuriated by the needle of s'avohej inquisition The mouth of hell opens